suxanne popp

The Poetry Of Baseball

Grip the words firmly in your glove
Feel the stitching with your hand
Now suck in the pitched air
Focus on the space

Between the catcher and the plate

There is a shape of space
You must curve or slide or hurl
Emotion packed pitch of verb
Rhythm and control

Rock back and throw your leg
Feel the muscle of meaning
As you trace a line through space
And connect with a place and time

Timing is everything.

Emotion, execution
You bridge the gap
You give the batter heat
With a singing snap

And feel the rightness of the pitch

The batter anticipates
You hear
Mountain ash smacking leather
The sweet spot meeting

And the afternoon has meaning

Hits runs innings outs
mark the passage of time
Walks bunts runs slides
Syntax for reaching home.

Diamonds of green, players and team
Nostalgia for the order of rhyme.

Baseball season, figurative reason

Picture of
Order and control
The legacy, the legends
The practiced ebb and flow

Epic age- old patterns
Every poet yearns to know.

Poem Submitted: Monday, September 14, 2009

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